Shane Winchester grasped her wrist and looked at her slowly, "Important."
Jackson Sully hadn't expected him to say those two words, yet she didn't know how to react.
Important?
It's already past.
"Let's have dinner." Jackson Sully withdrew her gaze.
Shane Winchester sat silently by her side, eating the dishes he had meticulously prepared, but they tasted like wax.
After dinner, Jackson Sully got up planning to wash the dishes, but Shane Winchester took the bowl and chopsticks from her hands and said, "I'll do it."
"Let me; I haven't done anything for more than a month." Jackson Sully insisted.
Shane Winchester tossed the bowl and chopsticks into the sink, and without a word, pulled her back to the sofa, turned on the TV, and skillfully tuned to the family ethic drama she had been watching.
"It will premiere soon, I'll be done in a while."
When the words fell, he turned and headed into the Kitchen.
